Page 67 of Noel
And definitely not because we’re stuck together thanks to a stalker.
I want her because shebelongswith me.
And I want her to know it.
I hold the door as she walks inside, and her eyes go wide, lips parted.
“Wow,” she whispers.
Pride fills me.
“Um, excuse me,” she says, and walks towards the luxury bathroom.
I nod, locking the door behind us.I do a quick perimeter check.
The suite is exactly what I’d hoped—floor-to-ceiling windows with a view of the snowy city skyline, soft lighting, candles on the table, and a bucket of champagne chilling near the sitting area.
The balcony door is cracked open slightly, letting in crisp December air laced with city noise and the faint scent of pine from the wreaths hung on every lamp post below.
But none of it matters.
Because when the bathroom door opens behind me, the air in the room changes.
I turn—and fuck me.
She’s standing there barefoot, wearing nothing but a blush-colored lace bra and matching panties.
Her skin glows in the dim light—creamy and smooth.
Her curves are soft, perfect,mine, and her silver eyes are locked on mine with a mixture of bravery and vulnerability that hits me harder than any bullet ever could.
“I—I know we don’t have a lot of time together,” she says, voice trembling just enough to make my chest ache, “but I want you, Noel.And if you want me to, I think we should sleep together.”
My jaw drops.
Literally drops.
She’s wrong about the time, but everything else?
She is so on point.Goddamn right she is.
I cross the room in three long strides, stopping just short of touching her.
“You think I only want one night?”I ask, my voice low and rough as gravel.
She swallows.“I—don’t you?”
I reach out, brushing my knuckles down her arm.
“No, Tinsel, you’re wrong.I want youforever.But I’ll take whatever you give me as long as you promise not to shut me out.”
“I-I promise,” she whispers.
Her breath catches, and that’s all the permission I need.
I cup her face gently and press my lips to hers—slow, reverent, and burning with everything I’ve been holding back.
When she melts into me, hands on my chest, a soft sound escaping her lips, I know.
